Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"He..."

Nick Flamel murmured, as if he had seen the other person before.

And just when Voldemort cast his doubtful gaze on his face, what he saw was indeed a strange expression on Nick Flamel's old face.

"You will know the answer soon, Voldemort, but I think it would be better for the man to tell you."

Nick Flamel said, holding the oil lamp and walking towards the darkness under the stars.

"You can't tell us directly?" Voldemort followed his footsteps and asked disdainfully.

"Of course, but it's too...difficult to explain. In fact, I don't fully understand what's going on, but I think that person can explain it." Nick Flamel stopped and said.

"Who is that person?" Voldemort asked.

"A person you are familiar with and yet a stranger to. Don't worry, the Dark Lord. You will see him soon. All this is his arrangement."

Nick Flamel started walking forward again, and Voldemort and Bella could only keep up.

"It's familiar yet strange, Mr. Flamel, can't you tell me his name directly?" Voldemort suppressed the irritability in his heart and said as politely as possible.

"It's the same reason, Dark Lord, I haven't figured it all out yet, please forgive me."

Nick Flamel's voice was full of helplessness. It could be heard that he was not trying to create any mystery, but he was really confused and couldn't explain it all.

Seeing this, Voldemort could only shut his mouth helplessly, and when he stopped talking, Bella spoke.

"Mr. Flamel, by the nature of magic you just mentioned, do you mean that all the magic spells used by wizards today are actually performed through this magic network?" Bella's face was still full of surprise, and it was obvious that she was a little unable to accept this result.

Voldemort, on the other hand, didn't feel anything about it. He and Dumbledore had already seen this essence.

In fact, if both of them were not too busy at the time and MI7 was looking for trouble, they might have discovered the magic web themselves as they delved deeper into the "language of the world".

Or, they can skip the magic net and directly come into contact with the more essential "language of the world".

"You can say that, Ms. Bella, but that's not all. For example, the transfiguration spell that Principal Dumbledore developed before his death skipped the magic network and talked directly to the 'world'.

"Of course, there are also Silent Spells and Potu, but they have not completely overcome the magic network, but only mastered the essence of the magic node."

Nick Flamel gave a lot of long-winded explanations. Bella was a little confused, but Voldemort understood very well.

Just thinking of Dumbledore, he lost the desire to continue talking, so he didn't say anything.

The three of them began to walk forward in silence. After walking for an unknown distance, an old stone wall appeared in front of them.

"arrive."

Nick Flamel said something, and then approached the stone wall to study it.

"What are you looking for?" Bella asked approaching.

"The gap should be over there."

Nick Flamel explained, pointing to the right.

There was confusion on Bella's face, as if she didn't understand how Nick Flamel could tell that the gap was on the right.

"crack."

Voldemort explained, "The denser the cracks in the stone wall are, the closer they are to the direction of the gap."

After hearing this, Bella stared at the stone wall and noticed that there were indeed cracks on it.

"Is the gift of peering into the essence an instinct?" Nick Flamel stopped curiously, looked back at Voldemort and asked.

Voldemort was stunned by his question, frowned and thought for a moment and said, "Maybe."

Nick Flamel shrugged and continued walking along the ancient wall to the right.

The three of them walked along the stone wall for a long time, and finally saw a small gap.

As soon as the gap appeared in front of him, Voldemort raised his eyebrows.

"Found it?" Nick Flamel asked.

"It looks very similar. Was it dug out from here?" Voldemort asked.

Nick Flamel nodded and said: "Then, please summon it over. I think you can do it now, right?"

Voldemort nodded, then slowly closed his eyes and meditated, summoning the "door" that should have been at the gap.

Not long after, a phantom slowly appeared, then slowly became real, and finally the whole thing transformed into a real entity.

It was a curtain, which just blocked the gap in the stone wall after it appeared.

The two door pillars on the left and right fit perfectly with the stone wall.

"Turns out it came from here."

Voldemort slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with surprise.

"The curtain is the link between the Magic Web and the world, and it is also the 'door' that surrounds the Magic Web."

Nick Flamel explained, looking back at Voldemort specifically, "Of course, it has a special function for you, right?"

Voldemort said nothing, just nodded.

"Did you bring the Elder Wand?" Nick Flamel looked at Bella again, "I need it if I want to open the curtain."

"it's here."

Bella answered as she took the Elder Wand out of her pocket.

Nick Flamel took it gently in his hand and looked at it several times, as if it was his old friend.

Then he waved his wand, and a magic node immediately fell from the sky and penetrated into the ball at the top of the Elder Wand.

The ball at the top lit up, and the magic power on the Elder Wand seemed to be more abundant.

Nick Flamel did not stop there. He waved his wand again, and another magic node fell from the sky and landed on the second ball of the Elder Wand.

This was repeated many times, until all the balls on the elder's wand lit up, and Nick Flamel stopped what he was doing.

"It is said that the God of Death used this wand when he created the magic web, so it is also the only way to open the curtain."

Nick Flamel murmured, as if speaking to Voldemort, but also as if speaking to himself.

He seems to always talk like this, I don't know if it's because of his age or it's just a habit of his.

But he spoke like this, as if he didn't need an answer at all.

Because after saying these words, he took the glowing Elder Wand and moved towards the curtain that had never been completely opened.

"This is the door to another world. The Dark Lord, that person taught me this way and asked me to send you there. But I don't know exactly how to walk through this door, but he said you walk through it. ,Right?"

The curtain was lifted, revealing the endless darkness behind it. Nick Flamel turned his head and looked at Voldemort, asking with doubt in his expression.

"Yeah, I know the way it was, it's just...my body probably needs to stay here."

Voldemort said, taking a deep breath and mobilizing the world of memory to slowly leave this newly acquired body and his newly recovered soul.

Yes, if you want to go to another place, your soul cannot follow you.

Only pure memory can pass through this "narrow door".